Chapter 803: Traditional Surrender

Li Yi sat atop a blessed cloud, swiftly traversing the battlefield, eyes closed and still, sensing the surrounding qi to locate hidden enemies.

"Searching isn't my strength. Liu Yunbai, Zheng Duoduo, I hope you can draw out the enemies. Once you find them, you don't need to fight—I'll handle them myself."

"Li Yi, don't worry. We may not be a match for the enemies in combat, but we still have our methods for tracking them down," Liu Yunbai said, confident in his ability to locate foes.

After all, he had survived more than one war—survival itself proved he had some skill.

"To the right front, about twenty kilometers, there's a Mahayana cultivator hiding roughly a thousand meters underground," Zheng Duoduo suddenly spoke, having already detected one enemy.

"Good." Li Yi immediately flew toward the location, arriving swiftly above a desolate stretch of land.

Like other parts of the battlefield, this area had been ravaged by combat—scarred and barren, devoid of any trace of life.

He detected no cultivation aura here either.

Yet Zheng Duoduo's perception was truly exceptional—she had pinpointed the enemy with precision.

Without hesitation,

Li Yi gripped his Crimson Gold Shattered Star Spear, channeling magic power and unleashing a strike.

A crimson-gold divine light instantly slashed into the desolate earth, plunging deep underground and violently tearing open a jagged fissure. Though the enemy hid a kilometer beneath the surface, the blow still reached his side—though it didn't strike true, it had already startled him.

"Damn it, how did they find me?" A voice tinged with fear echoed.

Immediately, a streak of escape-light shot up from the ground dozens of kilometers away, then fled without looking back.

"Three burrows for a cunning rabbit—he'd already prepared an escape route," Zheng Duoduo cried urgently.

"Don't worry—he won't get away," Li Yi realized. The enemy was only a Mahayana mid-stage cultivator, lacking the ability to teleport—if he had, he'd have vanished instantly, not left a trail of escape-light.

Since there was a trail, it was manageable.

He immediately gave chase.

He pushed the Cloud-Riding Mist-Stepping technique to its limit—the blessed cloud raced across the sky, moving at a speed far beyond any Mahayana escape art.

"Li Yi, you've already won this war—do you really intend to exterminate us completely?" The Mahayana mid-stage cultivator scanned behind with his spiritual sense. Though he couldn't spot Li Yi, he caught glimpses of the two other evolvers.

Once he confirmed Li Yi was among them, he couldn't help roaring.

But Li Yi gave no reply.

The distance between them closed rapidly.

They had entered attack range.

The Mahayana cultivator instantly sensed it—a lethal threat had locked onto him. In this state, his flight was merely the final struggle before death.

"I, Xuanzhen Shiren, barely survived the Tribulation Crossing—my life now holds the hope of Immortality. How can I die on this battlefield?" The Mahayana powerhouse, Xuanzhen Shiren, trembled violently under the killing intent.

Especially after witnessing Li Yi's strength—he knew now, beyond doubt, he couldn't escape today.

Realizing this, he stopped running.

He dropped from the sky, gritted his teeth, bent his knees, and knelt directly toward Li Yi's position, slamming his forehead hard against the ground, then shouted: "Li Yi, spare my life! I can help you find other hidden cultivators on this battlefield—I'm even willing to surrender my Primordial Spirit imprint and submit to your control!"

The tradition of the Xuan Immortal Continent had surfaced.

Facing certain death, one kneels and begs for mercy, offering oneself as slave or servant.

First, secure your life—die here, and your dream of immortality ends forever.

As soon as he spoke,

the overwhelming killing intent immediately lessened.

Then, a blessed cloud appeared above Xuanzhen Shiren's head.

Li Yi now held the Moonbow, a crimson-gold arrow already drawn and ready—release it, and the arrow would kill him instantly.

"Surrender? A Mahayana cultivator is willing to surrender?" Liu Yunbai and Zheng Duoduo both froze at the sight.

Though they knew cultivators feared death, a Mahayana powerhouse surrendering was unprecedented.

These Mahayana cultivators weren't lone practitioners—they had sects, families, masters, disciples, countless ties. Surrender meant dragging them all down.

"Li Yi, give me a chance—spare my life," Xuanzhen Shiren still knelt on the ground, his courage shattered, no will left to resist.

He had seen with his own eyes how Li Yi crushed five Mahayana peak cultivators with a single punch—Ling Shuang True Person's mangled corpse still lay on the battlefield—and he knew better than anyone the terrifying power of the Moonbow paired with the divine arrow.

Even peak demonic beasts fell in an instant.

"Li Yi, what do you plan to do?" Liu Yunbai, faced with this unprecedented situation, didn't know how to respond—he could only wait for Li Yi's decision.

"Plant the Self-Sacrifice Spell on you. Find three enemies. Then I'll spare your life." Li Yi spoke, then pointed a finger—a surge of magic power carrying the Self-Sacrifice Spell shot toward him.

Xuanzhen Shiren's face lit up with joy—he knew a Mahayana cultivator's surrender and betrayal still held great value.

His life was saved.

But as he read the Self-Sacrifice Spell within the magic power, his expression froze.

This spell was even crueler than surrendering a strand of his Primordial Spirit—it controlled his life and death entirely. If Li Yi died, he died instantly; if he died, Li Yi remained untouched. The spell was strange, intricate, unbreakable—even unlike anything from the Xuan Immortal Continent.

"You have no time to think. Three breaths remain—then fate decides." Li Yi's Moonbow remained drawn, lethal intent locked onto the enemy.

Xuanzhen Shiren shuddered, without hesitation, immediately learned the Self-Sacrifice Spell and activated it—then a spell mark flew toward Li Yi.

Li Yi accepted it without doubt—his palm instantly bore the familiar mark, through which he could clearly sense Xuanzhen Shiren's presence.

"Good. Your life is mine now. Show me your worth."

He withdrew his killing intent and spoke coldly.

Li Yi trusted the Self-Sacrifice Spell—he knew even a peak Three Flowers cultivator couldn't break it; controlling a Mahayana cultivator was effortless.

"Thank you." Xuanzhen Shiren exhaled deeply once the killing intent faded, rose to his feet, and bowed to Li Yi.

"I'll lead you now—I'll find the other cultivators."

He instantly became a guide, betraying his homeland of the Xuan Immortal Continent without hesitation, becoming a traitor to the Immortals.

Xuanzhen Shiren immediately moved, flying in one direction—his logic was simple: since he couldn't escape control, neither would anyone else.

Li Yi said nothing, merely followed Xuanzhen Shiren, observing his actions.

"Li Yi, really trust this enemy?" Liu Yunbai hesitated—he wasn't fully convinced, fearing deception.

"Let's test it. If it works, it'll greatly help us in the coming battles," Li Yi said. "If he tries anything, I'll kill him instantly."

"Besides, having a Mahayana mid-stage cultivator assist in searching is far more efficient. We don't have much time—we must end this war quickly."

Liu Yunbai and Zheng Duoduo nodded, agreeing to the plan for now.

Soon,

Xuanzhen Shiren located a teammate through his unique communication method.

"Li Yi, I've contacted a cultivator named Luo Bing Xianzi—she's hiding in an underground river thirty li ahead," Xuanzhen Shiren said at once, eager to prove his worth and secure his life.

Li Yi shot forward instantly, throwing a punch—Dragon and Tiger power roared, the earth ripped upward, dust and water from the underground river spraying into the air.

Simultaneously, a female Mahayana cultivator, drenched in blood, was flung out from the debris.

She wasn't dead, but her condition was dire—Luo Bing Xianzi, once composed and elegant, now had disheveled hair, a face twisted with fury and hatred: "Xuanzhen Shiren—you betrayed us!"

"I had no choice—I must live. I'm sorry, Luo Bing Xianzi," Xuanzhen Shiren sighed helplessly.

Luo Bing Xianzi was furious—but now was no time to punish the traitor. She had to deal with the enemies before her.

Especially Li Yi.

He was the man who had slaughtered through the battlefield—a single strike could kill a Mahayana peak cultivator.

Li Yi loomed above, Moonbow in hand, coldly speaking: "I offer you one chance—surrender and live. You have three breaths to decide."

Hearing this, Luo Bing Xianzi's expression shifted wildly—she hadn't expected Li Yi to try recruiting her.

After brief hesitation, she drew a deep breath and said reluctantly: "I surrender."

Why die if you can live?

Li Yi flicked his finger—a surge of magic power shot out: "Then plant the Self-Sacrifice Spell."

Luo Bing Xianzi paused, but she'd anticipated this—no surprise. On the Xuan Immortal Continent, surrender always meant a binding seal controlling your life—it was standard.

Her face calm, she activated the Self-Sacrifice Spell—a flash of light flew toward Li Yi.

Li Yi caught it—another mark now burned on his body.

"Come. Lead me to find other Mahayana cultivators. You understand the meaning of a 'token of loyalty.'"

"Understood." Luo Bing Xianzi said nothing more, immediately moved—though wounded and bleeding, she led Li Yi straight toward the next hiding spot.

It was the location of her senior sister.

Now, while the sister hadn't yet fled, using her as a token of loyalty was perfect.

"This… works?"

Liu Yunbai and Zheng Duoduo stared, stunned by Li Yi's actions.

He had so easily recruited two Mahayana cultivators.

If this continued, wouldn't every surviving cultivator defect?

How had they never realized these Mahayana powers on the Xuan Immortal Continent had such flexible morals—surrendering so easily, without hesitation?

But to Xuanzhen Shiren, Luo Bing Xianzi's actions were perfectly reasonable.

When the tide had turned and death was certain, cultivators surrendered to survive—it was normal, no one blamed or mocked them.

(End of Chapter)